【Starry Night】

Starry 　　Night Author

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---------------- ... My sister was still searching frantically for clues. "She didn't even leave a note; she just took the clothes." "We're her children; we should know where she went." "I'm an unfilial daughter. I haven't been home for six months since after the New Year," my sister sobbed. "We just let her live alone." She suddenly looked up and asked me angrily, "What about you? When was the last time you came home? You didn't even come home for the New Year." I shrugged and turned away. I didn't tell my sister that we had a huge argument last year, so I joined a sports team, traveling to different places and using the opportunity to improve myself. "Maybe she went on a trip with friends. I can call her teachers at school," my sister said, unwilling to accept the fact. "She went back to her hometown," I answered confidently. As I closed my eyes, I could already see her in her favorite clothes, strolling on her homeland. I was learning to accept this new feeling. My sister took two cans of beer from the refrigerator and sat down next to me. We each drank our beer. She knew I was right. We shared the same blood; we were part of that last bloodline, that genetic factor within us giving us the same calling. Last year, I repaired the windmill that drew water by wind and sowed some vegetable seeds . I wasn't sure if they would grow. Over the years, she had tended some orchards and vegetable gardens. A woman like her should be able to live there for a few months; after all, it was her hometown. After a simple dinner, we sat on the grass outside. The night made the distant mountain silhouettes even clearer, and the crescent moon on the mountaintop added a touch of mystery—all stemming from that forest. We gazed at that forest, and after a moment of silence, my sister turned to me. "I won't go with you tomorrow." Perhaps she had already sensed it? Or was it instinct that made her afraid of that forest? "You have your own family to take care of, two children waiting for you." "It's not because of the children; perhaps she wants you to go alone." "Maybe!" In my sister's eyes, perhaps it was all just a game of love and desire; the truth was far more complex than she knew. I had spent seventeen years learning for this moment that was about to happen. A sparrow landed not far away. "It's tomorrow night." A very clear message. "Was that you speaking?" my sister asked beside me. "It's the sound of the wind." I waved the sparrow away. After drinking another can of beer, I lay back on the grass. The moonlight was bright, and the neighbor's children were chasing and playing on the dirt road , just like we used to be. My sister opened another can of beer, took a big gulp, lay down beside me, and softly sang a song we both knew. ... The mountains and valleys are full of cattle and sheep, the sky and the earth are full of moonlight, let us all sing! Thank heavens, thank the sun! Let us all sing! Everyone sing! Everyone sing! Everyone sing! Counting the cattle and sheep, the moon is so round and so bright. Let us not waste this good time ... Our family members are all born with good singing voices and a high tolerance for alcohol. In the beautiful singing, it seems that all the childhood memories have returned before our eyes. We sang one song after another. When my sister got tired of singing, she rested her head on my shoulder. "You're stronger than before." She rubbed her forehead against my shoulder muscles. "I practice baseball for six hours every day." After my military service ended last year, I temporarily joined a professional baseball team. If I hadn't deliberately refused, I would have participated in the Asian Intercontinental Baseball Championship. Sports used to be my profession, just as family is the center of my sister's life. My sister is as beautiful and charming as my mother. Some people say they look like twin sisters, but in fact they are completely different. They both have deep, big eyes. My mother's eyes were gentle, forever shimmering with a dreamlike quality; my sister's eyes, however, held a wild, alluring charm. Oh! Before her marriage, how many men had been driven mad by those eyes! Their lips were similar, perfectly curved and vibrant red. My mother's lips were sweet, as if they might utter celestial music at any moment; my sister's lips often turned upwards, as if always anticipating something interesting, ready to burst into a string of silvery laughter. And their kisses were always so sweet. Their noses were almost identical too. I once sat between them, gently tracing their faces with my fingertips, comparing them— how wondrous is the way of heaven! The same gesture, on my mother's face, conveyed deep affection and unwavering devotion; on my sister's cheeks, it was playful charm and mischief. Their exquisite faces and bodies have all left their deep imprints on me. Countless events have unfolded between my mother and sister over the years, and now it's time to unravel them. "You still don't have a girlfriend?" "I used to, but I'm not used to city girls. What about you? Have you been secretly dating anyone?" My sister chuckled. Her early marriage was always a topic of my teasing. She even married earlier than our mother, rushing to get married right after graduating high school . Now at 23, she's a mother of two, but she still looks like a big kid herself. "Some feelings can only be understood by those who have settled down and gotten married." My sister stood up, and I noticed her figure was fuller than last year. Her shapely, long legs were covered only by a white...

She wore shorts, the lines of her thong underwear visible between her thighs.

She wore a pink t-shirt, like a strip of cloth binding her chest and abdomen, revealing most of her lower abdomen and
navel. Her chest was loose, supported only by two white bra straps, revealing her armpit hair and most of her breasts.

I was glad she hadn't been dressed so provocatively on the way here.

She brushed the grass off her clothes, looked down into my eyes, and asked, "I'm going to take a shower, do you want to come with me
?"

I carefully observed her expression, trying to find any trace of my influence. I was certain
it had nothing to do ; her eyes only held fervent love.

"We're both grown up now, that bathroom is too small for us."

Although her body was so unforgettable, I still didn't want to involve her in this matter, at least
not for now.

I lay alone on the grass, trying to sort out my thoughts.

I'm only half mountain dweller, yet I identify more with matrilineal lineage than patrilineal lineage. Civilized life and education have changed my
speech and behavior, but they cannot change my heart.

I love my people, even though they no longer live on the mountaintops, even though their simplicity, warmth, love of
singing, and love of drinking seem incompatible with life on the plains—they've simply forgotten their privileged status—I still love
my people.

The mountains still occasionally beckon to me.

I can completely understand my mother's feelings. As a proud Buda woman, how
difficult to navigate between two tribes. Before high school, she lived in the tribe; then, for marriage and for
her children, she forced herself to integrate into the plains. Now, my father passed away last year, and her children have left home for work. There's nothing left
for her to cherish on the plains; her suffering should finally end.

Just a few days ago, because the phone went unanswered for days, my sister urgently contacted me to rush home from Taipei
.

Now, my mother has returned to her hometown with that outfit. In our shared past, I must make a choice about the future
.

Inside the brightly lit room, my sister had already finished showering and was on the phone in the living room. She now had a beloved husband and
children; time and fate cycled through generations like this, and I didn't want to interfere with her destiny.

I quietly went inside, showered, and lay down peacefully in my childhood bedroom.

Outside, I heard the sounds of doors and windows being locked and lights being switched off. In the darkness, my sister approached and sat on the edge of my bed. Her
warm hands gently caressed my bare chest and legs.

"Your body has changed a lot. Now your legs are covered in hair, and... some chest hair too."

"My 'taku' has also grown more robust, as fierce as a black bear." "Taku" is a Buda word describing
the sacred organ for male procreation.

My sister laughed and gave my crotch a firm squeeze, then leaned over me, licking and biting my chest, her hot lips gradually
moving upwards to kiss mine.

It was still so sweet; the love hadn't faded with time. Like when we were thirteen, secretly
kissing by mountain streams and in the bushes, our breaths ragged as our lips met, our bodies
pressed tightly together , until we parted, breathless.

"You kiss me so much better than before," my sister said playfully, wriggling against me.

"Stop playing around! Your husband will divorce you." I knew the limits of my self-control.

Four years ago, when my sister got married, it was also the time when I was nearing the end of my studies. So I stopped
having sex with her, only occasionally embracing and kissing. Up to that point, it was still just everyday play. Any further
, and I might be taking her into my dreams.

My sister whispered in my ear, "I really want to do it today. I've always missed
the feeling of making love with you."

She stepped back, standing by the bed, quickly unbuttoning the small buttons of her t-shirt, letting it slip to the floor, revealing her large
breasts, still perfectly stalactite-shaped. Then, she wiggled her hips and pulled off her white shorts, revealing a
shimmering white thong.

She twisted her body, letting me see the shimmering fabric strip between her buttocks.

"Is it pretty?" she asked with a smile.

Then she ripped off the shimmering strip and stood in front of my bed, her naked body dazzlingly white in the dim moonlight
.

"I've been waiting for this day. No more hiding from others, unlike before when we were afraid of Mom and Dad checking our rooms.
We can make love naked without worry."

My sister walked to the window, drew the curtains, and then snapped the light on.

"Hurry up and take off your shorts, let me see your 'taku'!"

Her voice trembled with excitement, her breasts bouncing with her movements.

A voice in my head told me, "Make her your woman too."

I shook my head. She was already my woman; we had many happy memories from the past ten years.

Taking a deep breath, I sorted out my chaotic thoughts and decided to indulge myself for a while. So I stood up and took off my
only remaining garment, my shorts. My penis, which had been abstinent for many days, sprang from its restraints, standing erect in the air.

We smiled as we looked at each other naked. After years of development and growth, our bodies had become more mature and perfect.

"You've changed so much. Sometimes I feel like I don't recognize you at all."

"I've become a complete Buda man, but I'm still your brother."

My body, after a lot of exercise, was muscular and well-proportioned, without an ounce of excess fat.

My sister inherited my deep eyes and fair, smooth skin. Her breasts had grown larger from nurturing a baby, but her waistline
hadn't changed due to childbirth. Her hips were larger, emphasizing her slender waist and long legs. Her strong, long
legs, perfect for trekking through mountains and rivers, were tightly pressed together without a gap, and like my mother, her pubic hair was sparse.

There's a folk song praising the beauty of the mountain children, "Strong as a mountain, beautiful as water." We represent
the last bloodline of the Buda people, bearing witness to the superiority of the Buda people in the high mountains.

My sister moved closer, her hand tracing the bulge in my muscles, finally settling on my large penis, letting out a
surprised sigh: "This is my 'Taku'."

She murmured, "Oh! It hurt so much back then! Now it's even thicker and longer, has it slept with
many women? It must have sown many Buda seeds inside women's bodies."

She pressed her cheek against it, whispering to it, her fingers caressing the glans, shaft, and testicles.

I roughly pulled her up and laid her down on the bed, slapping her buttocks hard.

"You're not like a Buda woman! You talk too much."

My sister giggled, lying on the bed in an even more alluring position, her smile still the same.
So wanton and wild.

I grasped her large breasts and kneaded them vigorously. These were once tiny buds I had curiously touched, now grown
into large breasts capable of flowing with the life-giving spring to nourish babies. Life is so miraculous! I tried to suckle, but no
milk came out, only a sweet taste.

"Doesn't it look like your child? Or am I sucking it wrong?"

"Your child is too big! You're the uncle." My sister laughed, cupping her breasts and twisting her body.

"I'll let you suckle after I give birth next time."

After suckling and licking her breasts for a while, I looked up and parted her legs to examine them carefully. Her labia parted slightly with her legs, and
her pubic hair was sparser than before.

"You're almost turning into a white tiger." I complained.

The flesh inside her vagina was still the familiar tender pink, and the slippery walls quickly sucked my fingers tightly.
So my fingers moved with the sticky liquid, and I probed the walls of her vaginal cavity lightly and heavily. The vaginal fluid made
the clitoris glisten, and the area around her labia turned purplish-red.

I dabbed some of her vaginal fluid in my mouth, tasting it, but I couldn't tell the difference from before.

"Have I become ugly? I can't see it myself," my sister asked worriedly, looking at my expression.

"Your husband must have sex with you a lot." I didn't answer her, instead guiding my penis to the entrance of her vagina.

"Don't be disgusted with me! I've already had two children."

My sister spread her legs, straightening her back, waiting for my entry—her favorite position.

My penis slowly entered her warm vagina, which hadn't been there for over four years. It was still very tight, or perhaps my penis had grown even
larger . The tight embrace of her flesh sent waves of blissful pleasure through me.

"Why haven't we made love in over four years? We've always been so intimate." I began to thrust,
waves of pleasurable sensations washing over me.

"Because you always kiss me, touch me, and then run away, hide far away... like a
cowardly little deer."

A satisfied smile played on my sister's face, her body instinctively responding to my thrusts, craving pleasure.

I ignored her complaints and thrust rapidly. Her waist, just like before, met mine
perfectly .

"Brother... you're so good... so good..."

The past four years seemed to have vanished. We were still so familiar with each other, perfectly
complementing each other to create the peak of pleasure.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Like a waterfall eroding the earth, like a black bear charging into the bushes.

I thrust my body powerfully, my penis penetrating deep into her vagina again and again. Her juices gushed out like a spring bursting open
, flowing down my scrotum, soaking the sheets and my thighs.

My sister frantically shook her hips to match my thrusts, one hand kneading her large breasts, letting out animalistic roars
: "Oh... oh... oh..."

Our bodies were covered in sweat, the rich scent of body odor and sweat filling the room—the unique aroma of the Buda people
.

Coming from the same bloodline, our body odors were almost identical; only we ourselves—and our mother—could distinguish
the differences . When my sister was aroused, her sweat carried the pungent, musky scent of a deer in heat.

"Am I better than your husband?" I couldn't help but ask her amidst my vigorous thrusting.

"That's... different... you're different... oh..."

My sister's cheeks flushed, her hair disheveled, she trembled beneath me—she had climaxed!

Like two strong hunters wrestling, we exerted all our strength to subdue each other, yet our genitals
remained pressed tightly together, maintaining the same rhythm of intercourse.

"Brother... you're the best..."

She arched her body, her fingers tearing at my chest and arms like the claws of a ferocious beast, roaring, her body
convulsing twitching like a birch forest battered by a storm.

Finally, my sister collapsed weakly onto the bed, only able to watch my movements with wide, crystalline eyes.

"Can I have a child for you...? Let's create the fastest... hunter."

"No! You two just need to take care of your own child."

I ejaculated inside my sister a few times, but after I came to know my "original self," I
stopped doing it.

The night before my sister's wedding, she sneaked into my room, and on this very bed, she cried and made
the same request, which I refused with the same words.

That night, I was sure my mother had discovered us. She didn't disturb us; she just silently watched her children
make love outside the door, then quietly left.

"Does your husband still love you? Does he often sleep with you?"

"He loves me... oh... just like I love him... oh..."

"Don't see any other men besides your husband... I'll be very unhappy."

My sister stopped talking, her breathing becoming heavier. She stared at me with wide eyes, her beautiful, clear eyes
filled with expectation.

"Shoot inside me... Brother..."

Only after I pulled out my penis, spraying my hot semen like a fountain onto her white belly
, did she let out a disappointed sigh, "Ugh!"

After the surging excitement subsided, I stood by the bed, my overwhelming desire calmed, and the sacred mission was
only beginning.

"The love from family is different. I really want to have your child."

I bent down and caressed my sister's body, speaking to her in the gentlest tone, "If you truly want to be a Buda
woman, I will make you pregnant with my child."

I didn't want to tell her now how I would treat her husband and two
children that was unnecessary. The Buda people should accept such a decision.

"Can I sleep with you? We've never slept together even once since we grew up."

"I've only been with two men, there won't be anyone else. Only when I make love with you will I not feel sorry for
my family , because you are my brother."

Now, the family she was referring to was probably her husband and children! The seeds of error had been sown many years ago.

After intense sex and several moments of excitement, my sister seemed very sleepy. She curled up close to me, searching for the most
comfortable sleeping position.

"The first time you did it to me... ...and every time after that, there was actually a..."
"The woman you love more, isn't she?" my sister asked sleepily, leaning against my chest.

"Yes!" I answered honestly, because I've only had two women in my life.

"Then I'm relieved."

My sister slept soundly beside me.

After making sure she wouldn't wake up, I slowly got up and went to my sister's room, carefully
searching her purse and clothes. Finally, I found a piece of hair that didn't belong to her; it was dark in color and smelled of tobacco.

I pricked my finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and then went to the window and opened it.

An owl perched on the windowsill, purring and staring at me with wide eyes.

I nodded to it, tossed the piece of hair, stained with my blood, out of the house, and the cool night breeze quickly carried it
away into the distance. In the darkness, the owl flapped its wings and flew away with a "whoosh! whoosh!"

"Everything will happen as I wish," I murmured to myself, thinking that in three months, my sister might have to come and live with us on the mountain .
I kept my promise and didn't force anyone. I

went back to bed; my sister was still fast asleep, leaving me to ponder how to face tomorrow. It all

started long ago, that summer... ... ---------------- ... In the music room, she would sing with abandon, captivating the other classes with her music; even walking along the school corridors, she would hum softly as she strolled; surrounded by children, she would lead them in singing with unrestrained laughter . After dinner, on the moonlit lawn outside our house, she would tell my sister and me ancient legends in dreamy songs. Listening to legends about myself was a strange experience, and I silently checked the fragmented memories hidden in my mind. Of course, there were also the lullabies after our bedtime embraces, lullabies I hadn't heard in many years, yet I still miss them so much. I'm surprised to find that even today, those impressions remain so vividly in my mind. The faint scent of tobacco on my father, the soft, jasmine-scented body of my mother, my sister and I sitting between them—when the fairy tale was over, my father would lift my sister and me into our crib with his strong arms, leaving my mother with us, and then a series of beautiful notes would flow from her sweet lips, accompanying us into sweet dreams. It wasn't until my mother took us back to Xingdaye that I realized I had half-Buda blood. Before that, I hadn't noticed any difference between myself and other children. The Buda are a minority among the indigenous peoples of Taiwan, perhaps only a few dozen people! I guessed. Since my grandfather's death, I hadn't encountered any other Buda people; only that abandoned village proved their existence. From my fragmented memories and the legends my mother told, I couldn't deduce where they came from or when they began to exist. I tried searching my memories of "Yinka," but it only gave me a splitting headache. It will take considerable time for me to learn and absorb all the memories and experiences. Until then, I can only silently accumulate strength and piece together the truth on my own. The Buda language is completely different from other common Taiwanese tribes like the Amis and Atayal, but their customs and beliefs are largely similar; it's hard to say whose culture influenced whose. The only clear evidence is that the Buda people originally lived in the mountains, while most other ethnic groups were forced to migrate to the mountains due to the invasion of Han Chinese. Therefore, I believe the Buda people are the earliest and most primitive mountain people, whose lineage, according to legend, comes from the sky deity who controls thunder and lightning . More than thirty years ago, my mother's family migrated to the plains with other ethnic groups. The reasons why the entire tribe left their ancestral home and then disappeared from the world are now unknown. My mother's explanation is that an elder believed they should migrate so that the younger generation could receive a modern education . I don't entirely believe this; perhaps it was wild animals, disease, weather... ...in any case, the evolution of the times caused this rare ethnic group to gradually assimilate and disappear into the vast sea of humanity. My mother chose to finish her teacher's college education in this small city on the east coast, successfully becoming a primary school music teacher, and quickly fell in love with and married the school's academic director and Chinese language teacher—my father—officially integrating into the lives . That summer, we entered "Xingdaye" for the first time. I was seven years old, and Qingniao led my six-year-old sister and me to the mountaintop. It was a hot summer day. We set off at 7:30 in the morning. After changing buses and walking, we headed up the mountain. We passed through a long stretch of asphalt-paved mountain road. Beside a dense acacia forest, we turned onto a mountain path through the reeds. "In another hour, we will see 'Xingdaye'," Qingniao announced loudly in her enthusiastic . She pulled a splinter from my calf, applied the cool juice of an unknown wild herb to the red and swollen area, and patted my head, saying, "From now on, you will call me Qingniao." The rugged mountain path exhausted most of our energy. After an hour's drive and a stretch of mountain road, the excitement of seeing the mountains for the first time had faded. The crowds and buildings outside the car window were gone, and the lush trees, the chirping of insects, the singing of birds, the blooming flowers, the streams, and the springs no longer felt new to us. There were only the three of us in the mountains. As a young child, I realized the loneliness of being far from people, and a slight, unfamiliar fear. My younger sister didn't want the Bluebird; she started to cry and wanted her mother back. The Bluebird combed her hair, wiped her face clean, and placed a wreath of red, yellow, and blue wildflowers in her hair. After giving her a kiss, she smiled and said, "You will be the most beautiful little princess of the 'Buda tribe.'" The Bluebird kissed my sister's cheek again, then looked up at us earnestly and declared, "From now until we come down the mountain, you must call me Bluebird." The Bluebird sang a familiar children's song and asked us to sing along. So, to the sound of the song, the three of us held hands again and walked into the deep mountains.

The winding mountain path had been deserted for a long time. Beyond the peaks, there were no more houses on flat ground.
Sometimes had to step on stones to cross streams. The water was crystal clear, and the fish didn't seem to care about our crossings.

The birds didn't seem bothered by our intrusion either. A bright green dove remained perched on a branch,
cooing , only lazily spreading its wings and flying away when I picked up a stone and threw it at it.

The bluebird was angry with me. She said, "You shouldn't disturb it."

Angrily, she led us to a mountain spring, took out the food we had brought, and fed us.
After washing her forehead with the spring water, she went to the side and whispered to the mountain spirit, begging for forgiveness.

After completing the ritual, she turned back to us and said, "This is to avoid misfortune. When birds sing, the mountain spirits
listen attentively. You shouldn't disturb it."

The spring water was sweet, and the food was delicious, so I remained silent. I had heard the legends of the mountain spirit; it governed everything
in the forest . The Buda people believed everything had a "spirit," and of course, I knew all these spirits well.

The bluebird had already explained that they were a mountain tribe, and thus they worshipped mountain spirits; they believed in the wisdom and
experience of their ancestors, and thus they respected their ancestral spirits; all of this was woven into songs and sung along with many myths and legends.

After a short rest, we set off again until we reached a wider stream with
a pontoon bridge built by our ancestors. The water wasn't deep, and the bridge was laid out on large rocks at the bottom of the stream.

The stream formed shallow pools in several flat areas, and beside the stream stood a strangely shaped wooden windmill that was
no longer turning. On the opposite bank, on the flat ground, there were some low stone houses surrounded by hedges, resembling a small village.

"Why is there no one here?" my sister asked, looking at the empty village with a puzzled expression.

"That's because the people who originally lived here forgot how beautiful this place was, forgot
how happy life was here. They thought life on the plains was better, so they all moved to the plains, and now no one
lives here anymore."

"Because they were too afraid of being scolded by their proud ancestors, they usually wear the clothes of the plains people,
only daring to wear their original clothes when they return to their hometown."

"Is it the one in your backpack?"

"That's it!"

"Embroidered with the undulating mountains, the colors of the sky, the patterns of clouds, the fragrance of flowers, and all sorts of
sparkling sequins. Especially beautiful girls will adorn it with bells. When the Buda people wear it to sing and dance
, even the mountain spirits will rejoice and bless them."

"I don't think there's anything good about this place, and I'm a little hungry."

I grumbled, rubbing my sore ankles. In the distance, a squirrel was peeking at me.

After examining my ankles, Qingniao said, "We should wash ourselves clean now.
Before wash their bodies and souls in the pool in front, asking their ancestors for permission to go home."

"When we get back to the village, I'll roast some corn for you. I know there's plenty more in the back mountains."

She led my sister and me to a dense shady spot by the stream, near two towering red
cypress trees. She took off our clothes, hanging them, along with her own, on the branches.

"Now you can play, but don't get your hair too wet, and don't go into the deep water."

After setting these rules for us, she took soap and went into the pool. That was the first time I remember seeing
Qingniao completely naked.

She first splashed water on her face and head, then carefully washed her upper body. My sister and I clamored to grab her breasts, and she
knelt down so we could hold them, playing with us in the water.

Our laughter echoed through the deserted valley until I slipped on a rock and scraped my elbow.

The Bluebird dried us off and dressed us. She then took out her backpack, changed into her precious tank top
and front-opening jacket, and, abandoning her underwear, smiled at us as she simply wrapped her skirt around her waist.

She happily twirled in front of us, striking various poses, making the hanging bells jingle melodiously
.

My younger sister chased after her, jumping and shouting, "Bluebird! Bluebird!" She now loved the Bluebird more than her mother.

The bluebird, holding her younger sister, promised us, "When you grow up, I will sew one for you too, so you
can become true Buda people."

Her gaze drifted to the village across the river: "On the summer solstice, all the tribespeople wear their most beautiful
clothes to celebrate the harvest. They sing, dance, drink lots of wine, and have plenty of food on the table. They
revel all day, even all night. Today is the summer solstice, so we've also washed ourselves clean."

The bluebird solemnly announced, "Now we can enter the village."

Under the sunlight, the village houses on the other side of the pontoon bridge appeared even more silent. In the shadows of the stone houses, it seemed as if
hundreds of there, spying on us.

For some strange reason, I turned to look left and right.

A huge black shadow caught my eye to my right. The heavy, animalistic breathing in the hazy shadows of the trees sent
chills . The eerie green shimmered with a ghostly light, like the enormous, menacing eye of a demon in a dream, its black fur like that of a legendary man-eating monster
, and the air was thick with a stench.

"Did you see that?"

"Don't run around, there's nothing there."

A soft whisper carried on the wind, and an inexplicable force compelled me to search.

A dark figure darted into the bushes, rustling through the leaves. I followed it quickly, ignoring
the cries of the bluebird.

It was a massive black bear. Its heavy body scurried and turned onto a grassy path. At the fork in the road, it
paused for a moment, waiting for me, before running off to the left again. When the bear turned to look at me, its eyes seemed to hold a
strange magic, conveying a message I couldn't understand.

The path led to a steep cliff, to its end. The bear seemed to vanish into thin air. Before me stood
a small mound, carefully surrounded by white stones, with scattered, weathered animal bones lying in its wake.

The soft whispers gradually rose in intensity, finally transforming into a deafening roar in my ears. My head throbbed with pain, and my entire
body felt as if it had shattered into countless pieces.

I seemed to see my own blood splattering on the ground, forming crimson patterns.

A flash of white light pierced through my body.

In that instant, a profound realization dawned on me. I traversed thousands of years of time and space, my spirit soaring into the sky, where I saw
myself prostrate before a mound; I saw a bluebird frantically searching for its sister among the trees; before the mound, the great
spiritual power was returning to my young body through the dazzling light. I was about to return to be the "forerunner" of the Buda tribe,
the "Inka" most favored by the Holy Spirit.

I saw myself from thousands of years ago, leading my people across mountains and rivers to this blessed land designated by the Holy Spirit; I
saw
the tears of joy in my people's eyes when I—the "Forerunner," the "Inka" worshipped by all—planted my authoritative staff on the mountain plain; I saw houses built; fields cultivated; and wild beasts tamed by my spiritual power
.

They called this place "Starfield," created by the "Forerunner."

Then I was buried on this hill, and my people lined the mountain path to my funeral, women wailing, men
piercing their arms with sharp blades to express their grief.

My body transformed into mountains, and my spiritual power, known as the "Mountain Spirit" and "Ancestral Spirit," protected my people.

After countless years and thousands of reincarnations, I returned here, the fields barren, the villages dilapidated. I
felt the resentment of being forgotten, the sorrow of my people's extinction.

A surge of spiritual power flowed back into my body, and my frail form felt a sharp, piercing pain.

"Inka!"

My cry echoed through the heavens, birdsong filled the air, beasts trembled, trees shook, and streams murmured.

My spiritual power gradually receded, and my consciousness returned to my body. The next instant, I saw the bluebird embracing me, kneeling
before my tomb in prayer.

After countless reincarnations, I have returned. The mountain spirits will remain silent; I need considerable time to learn and comprehend.
Until the opportune moment arrives, my abilities will be hidden by the entire forest.

I pulled up the trembling bluebird, then took the hand of my bewildered sister. My tone was calm, as if
nothing had happened.

"Let's return to 'Starry Night.' I want to hear that song about it one more time."

...

Xingdaye is a bountiful harvest! Xingdaye is a bountiful harvest! The mountains

and forests are vast, the trees are laden with fruit, the flowers are fragrant, and the birds sing.

It is a place we will surely return to after leaving.

Mountain spirit, mountain spirit, why do you love this valley ?

Because the stream water is the sweetest, the stream water is the sweetest. The

warrior girls of the Buda tribe dance and sing for you ... That was the first time we entered "Xingdaye" together... And from that summer onwards, when we were alone with our mother, she was no longer our mother; we called her Bluebird. "My people will return again, the mountain paths will be sealed by lightning, the jungles and brambles will hide their tracks , and outsiders will be unable to enter my territory. Birds and beasts will multiply; flowers and trees will grow; forests will flourish; streams will be sweet; my people will be blessed , and everything will begin after my rebirth , with a woman chosen by destiny ..." ---------------- ... She stopped interfering with my behavior and even began to indulge me. Sometimes she would gaze at me silently for a long time, her eyes filled with complex emotions, as if trying to discern what I was thinking. Then she would hold me tightly in her arms, unwilling to let go for a long time. Despite my father's strong opposition, we returned to Xingdaye every year on the summer solstice. Some years, only my mother and I went up the mountain, leaving my sister and father to keep each other company. I always spent a considerable amount of time in front of the mausoleum, while my mother took my sister far away from me into the village. They would plant flowers, play with small animals, or play hide-and-seek among the low stone houses. I let the spiritual energy return to my body little by little, and then spent a whole year learning, digesting, and absorbing it until the next summer. Thousands of years are, after all, a distant and unreachable period of time. In many failed reincarnations, too many blurry and chaotic memories were mixed in. Some negative emotions and painful pasts often made me lose myself in a chaotic space-time. The memories of those lifetimes made me weep and my mind become confused. At the age of ten, I became so weak that I couldn't move. My body would alternate between hot and cold. My mother stayed with me, who was delirious, in a stone house all night. We didn't return to the plains until the next day. My father was very angry, and neither my mother nor I offered any explanation. At the age of twelve, I gradually filtered out those memories of failed reincarnations. I came into contact with the great mind of "Inka" from my first incarnation. Pure and vast, it moved me to tears. I greedily absorbed everything that "Inka" knew and saw , and for the first time, I experienced the boundless reach of human perception. Through "Inka's" mind, I could see distant things that I cared about. I could influence human minds and behaviors. I could sense the rhythm of heaven, earth, mountains, and forests, and the messages transmitted between birds, beasts, trees, and insects. I deeply felt the earth's resentment towards modern humans. Forests were being cut down, and streams and rivers were being polluted. Even as a young child , I could sense the deep compassion and pain in "Inka's" heart. Beautiful homes were completely desolate, and the ethnic group was on the verge of extinction. Then I felt dizzy. When I woke up, I realized that this spiritual power was too vast, and I couldn't use it endlessly. My body was still young, and it might take another ten or twenty years to return to my "original self." Thousands of years had already passed, so I didn't care about this short wait. I was officially named when I was thirteen. I couldn't call myself "Inka Reborn." In the tradition of the Buda tribe, children are named by their mothers. I knew this, and I needed a tribal name. I didn't urge my mother; I just waited. That year, we were bathing in a stream. The soft, white bodies suddenly made me hot. My penis swelled up in front of my mother and sister's naked bodies. It was already fifteen centimeters long, and the glans was bright red like a wild mushroom after the rain. I stood awkwardly in the water, my penis erect. My sister spread her legs and carefully washed her lower body. On her thin back, the protruding vertebrae and the shallow cleft of her buttocks formed a curved semi-circle. My mother splashed water to wash her body, and in the splashing water, her hair and face were reflected with a silvery light. Beside her pale, lotus-white arms, her breasts swayed, their red nipples and lips standing out strikingly against the green hills and waters. Silvery-white droplets of water flowed down her smooth abdomen to her legs, combing her pubic hair into a wet, inverted triangle. I stared at everything before me, mesmerized.

This sudden change didn't escape my mother's notice. She exclaimed, "My son has grown into a man!
He has a big, hard 'taku'!" She then invited my sister to come and see.

My mother excitedly held my "taku," cleaning the smegma that had accumulated on my foreskin over time,
while encouraging my sister, "You can touch it."

My mother's attitude quickly eased my embarrassment.

As her warm hands held me and cleaned me, waves of unprecedented excitement made my whole body tremble. When
my sister, with respectful eyes, joined in the touching with her smooth little hands, my penis swelled even thicker and longer.

My mother looked at my penis thoughtfully: "It looks like a rudimentary deer's antlers," she concluded.

"From now on, we'll call you 'antlers.'"

"What should I do with it now? It keeps getting bigger." The gradually intensifying excitement and the unfamiliar
reactions in my body frightened me.

"It won't hurt you, come on! We can take care of it."

Mom smiled and pulled my sister and me to sit on the grass by the water. She had each of us sit on one of her legs, our heads resting
on her breasts, so she could hug us both at the same time.

She gently rocked us and sang a lullaby. When she noticed my penis was still swollen, she smiled
and reached out to hold it, moving it up and down in rhythm with the song. After a while, she allowed my sister
to join in.

In the clear, beautiful voice, inhaling the warm, fragrant scent of her breasts, I lay drowsily in her arms.
I don't know how long it lasted, but finally, the excitement built up to an uncontrollable point.

"Ah..."

I cried out, the song was interrupted, and my penis, being rubbed by both hands,
ejaculated , streams of white fluid shooting onto all three of us.

My semen splattered all over Mom's breasts and between her legs. She smiled and gently pushed me away, a
rare .

"Now, we need to wash our bodies again before we can return to the village."

It was as if a long-dormant consciousness had been suddenly awakened. The excitement, the
familiar , the long-suppressed desires were released, and the latent lust in my heart erupted like magma.

A part of "Inka" returned to my mind, and my penis throbbed and swelled in Bluebird's hand.

"Antlers want more, now, Antlers want Bluebird."

Bluebird was completely stunned for a moment. She looked down at me, seemingly confused between Antlers and her son.

My sister had already run to the stream to wash her small body, which was covered in semen. Bluebird and I
looked at the other end of the stream at the same time, gazing at her slightly protruding breasts and the white, hairless crotch between her thighs, and then
looked back at each other.

I was still leaning against Bluebird, feeling that my body was even taller than before. I moved
my body slightly and firmly met her gaze. My cheek was still pressed against Bluebird's breast, my right hand was on Bluebird's leg, and I could feel the warm, moist breath from her vagina
on my back .

Bluebird's eyes were filled with panic. She released her grip on my penis in shock, staring at me as if I were
a stranger . She avoided my gaze, glancing at the semen trickling down her smooth abdomen and between her legs.

I silently conveyed a message of reassurance to her: "Don't be afraid. He's your most beloved son.
You have a responsibility to satisfy his first time."

"No!... We can't be allowed... Your sister is too young," Bluebird's protest was
weak.

I stood up and led Bluebird to another patch of grass behind the rocks.

"Now, Bluebird should teach me how to be a man."

My voice was unusually calm. My erect penis was close to Bluebird's legs; through the sparse pubic hair, I
could vaguely see the red flesh. This was the first time I had studied Bluebird's body so intently.

Being away from her sister's sight seemed to reassure Bluebird. She stood in the shadow of the rocks, observing my expression,
assessing the seriousness of my gaze.

"Don't call me Bluebird anymore, you bad child! I'm your mother!" Her voice was urgent and angry.

"You are Bluebird, and the antlers want Bluebird," I said firmly.

The Buda people are very open-minded about sex; they don't care about exposing their bodies to each other, and traditionally the whole tribe
bathes together in a pool. However, their family values are stronger than other ethnic groups, and incest has long been taught to be taboo.

But I had no other choice; my tribe was on the verge of extinction, and I had to learn and grow up quickly.

"I'm a school teacher, remember? We shouldn't do this kind of thing," Bluebird sobbed, remembering her
other identity.

"You are a Buda woman."

"Don't forget I'm also your mother, and you're only twelve."

"I'm thirteen, about to become a man. You told us you're Bluebird."

"I am Antlers now, and Antlers want Bluebird." I resolutely repeated the same words.

Bluebird sighed, looking down at my penis. A hint of confusion and
excitement as she tried to close her legs to avoid my lewd gaze.

I didn't urge her, but patiently waited for her decision. No one—not even the great "Inka"—can
defy fate.

Until Bluebird made up her mind, she moved closer to me, cradling my head between her breasts. My height was still less than
her shoulder. She crouched down slightly, gripped my penis tightly, and tentatively inserted the glans into her vagina.

She twisted her hips, allowing the glans to fully enter, and breathed softly in my ear.

"Now, you naughty boy, move!" She still refused to call me by my tribal name, "Antler."

The warm, moist flesh tightly enveloped my glans. I ignored my protests and thrust my hips, allowing my entire penis to slide
smoothly into the depths of her vagina. A tingling, pleasurable sensation spread through my body like an electric current.

"Mmm!" "Oh!" Bluebird and I cried out simultaneously.

"Now you should keep moving, like this..." Bluebird used her hips to guide my penis in and out.

I quickly learned how to move, my penis thrusting up and down rapidly.

At the same time, driven by instinct, I haphazardly kissed and licked her breasts, or simply sucked on them
to avoid her large breasts slapping my cheeks.

This action excited Qingniao; she hugged my buttocks tightly, increasing the force of her penetration, emitting
intermittent moans.

"Mmm..." "Mmm..."

I imagined that these excited moans were caused by me, which further fueled my lust; my penis...
Her movements became more intense. Her hands, which had initially only known to hold Qingniao's back, moved to her breasts and buttocks, kneading them.

"Don't be too rough... ...um... ...you can touch Mommy here..."

Oh! How I loved such soft touches! Why hadn't I noticed before? My penis, my
mouth, my hands, my body—could be so sensitive.

This wonderful body that brought me pleasure had been with me every day, allowing me to embrace and kiss it.
Why hadn't I understood this feeling before!

"That's right, child... ...just like that." Qingniao pressed my head down, her voice excited.

All these novel experiences came so suddenly, the chaotic sensations making me feel like my body was about to explode. I
violently thrust my lower body, using all my strength to complete this simple act of insertion and withdrawal.

"Slap!" "Slap!"

My abdomen slammed against hers.

"Ah!" Responding to the impact of my penis, Qingniao forcefully pulled my hair, shoving my head between her enormous
breasts .

I couldn't see Bluebird's face from my height. I couldn't speak, I couldn't even breathe. I could only increase the force of my
penis while biting her breasts until her nipples were covered with teeth marks and bloodstains before she released her arms.

"Huff!" "Huff!" I gasped for breath.

The only response to my gasps was the violent pounding of Bluebird's heart.

I pressed close to her sweaty chest, and "Thump!" "Thump!" came the sound of my own heartbeat. I began to
thrust rapidly in rhythm.

"Slow down... you naughty boy, you'll make us... both fall!"

Bluebird's warning came too late. Our joined bodies tumbled onto the grass as I violently pushed against each other.

"I told you to go slower!"

Bluebird cursed angrily. She quickly pushed aside the stinging rocks behind her, lay on her back on the grass, her
legs spread wide. When she saw me staring blankly at her bright red vulva, she snapped, "Hurry up
and put !"

That was the first time I had seen Bluebird's vulva up close. Sparse pubic hair grew between her legs, the two labia
were very thin , and the bright red, dripping wet opening was the homeland that had given birth to me!

Bluebird couldn't wait any longer. She lifted herself up and pulled me closer. After my penis entered, she breathed
a sigh and said, "Now, if you're a good man, you should kiss me."

My lower body moved instinctively, and I clumsily approached her lips. Her lips were still so soft
and fragrant , and her sweaty body gave off a peculiar, fishy smell, just like my own.

Bluebird cupped my face and kissed me, whispering, "Open your mouth."

After sucking on my lips, she whispered again, "Open your mouth."

Her tongue quickly entered my mouth, swirling and swallowing my saliva, while simultaneously drawing my tongue into hers to
intertwine with hers.

I quickly grew accustomed to and loved this game; I never imagined that the kisses before bed each night, with a few added
variations , could become so sweet. It was the intense physical pleasure emanating from my penis, combined with a spiritual connection;
this simultaneous, intimate kiss represented absolute love.

"Bluebird loves me, and I love Bluebird," I silently cheered in my heart.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through me. I hastily withdrew my injured tongue. Bluebird cupped my face and bit my
lip . I angrily pushed her hands away and slammed her head against the grass.

Bluebird, like a mad cat, jerked her head back and scratched my face.

I stopped my movements, struggling to restrain her hands; her claw marks were visible on my shoulders and chest.

Bluebird's face flushed red, her eyes filled with an indistinguishable mix of lust and anger. She spat forcefully on my
face , "Pah! You naughty child who's fucking your mother."

After a struggle, she seemed exhausted, then lazily lay back, relaxing her body. Her beautiful
face twisted into a lewd smile as she said, "What are you looking at now that we've already done it? Never seen your mother before? Hurry up and do it."

At that young age, I only felt humiliated, and my masculinity and dignity were hurt. I couldn't comprehend the struggle and shift in her
emotions .

I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth, letting the saliva drip from between my brows, and thrust my penis forcefully, cursing, "You
slut, I'm going to fuck Bluebird, I'm going to fuck Bluebird to death."

My penis, disproportionately large for my age, moved rapidly in and out of her vagina, her juices flowing freely with it. At that
moment, I felt like a fully mature man, possessing the power to control everything.

"Mmm... mmm..."

Bluebird moaned softly beneath me, letting her body respond to me on its own.

Her beautiful face shifted with changing expressions. Sometimes she turned her head away, suppressing her pleasure and refusing to look
me in the eye; sometimes her eyes were vacant, as if gazing into the distance, a foolish smile playing on her lips, her face completely immersed in physical pleasure
; most of the time she simply stared at me, her mouth slightly open, panting.

Looking at the bloodstains and teeth marks on Qingniao's chest, a pang of guilt rose within me. My impulse and anger had subsided, and I
tentatively asked, "Qingniao, am I doing this right? Do you feel good?"

As if suddenly awakened from a daze, she said sharply, "Don't call me Qingniao anymore, I'm your mother."

She then switched to a gentle tone, "Son... ... Remember I'm your mother."

She seemed to become excited again, supporting herself with both hands, half-lifting her upper body, her buttocks more actively welcoming me.

Gradually, her breathing became more rapid: "Come here, suckle Mommy's milk, yes, just like that... ... You
're a good boy."

"Mmm... ... Oh... ... You're a good son who knows how to do it to Mommy... ... Oh..."

"Do it like this, Mommy... ... It feels so good."

Bluebird trembled, her body arched like a fully drawn bow, then gradually lowered herself, lying back on the grass
, her eyes fixed on me with desire and sorrow.

Our body odor intensified, and some insects gathered around us, some crawling onto our bodies. I suddenly dared not look
Bluebird in the eye. After brushing away a small insect that dared to crawl onto her hair, I bent down and licked the blood from
the wounds .

"Good boy... ... You made Mommy cum..." Bluebird pulled up my head, which was buried between her breasts, cupped
my face, and curiously looked into my eyes: "Aren't you afraid to look at Mommy?"

She smiled seductively: "Why haven't you ejaculated yet? You child... ... Ejaculate inside Mommy's body."
" Hurry up... Hurry up!"

For a moment, I forgot I was a deer, the memory of the card faded from my mind, and I was just
a child . I awkwardly avoided her eyes and said shyly, "I don't know why."

"You're pressing on me so hard, get up... Let Mommy help you get it out."

The bluebird flipped me over, straddled me, and carefully inserted her penis into my body.

"This naughty thing is still so big, it likes Mommy very much, huh?" The bluebird said with a smile, she skillfully moved up and
down , her breasts bouncing like waves.

Then she noticed that there was still blood at the corner of my mouth: "Oh! It must have hurt a lot just now." She reached out and gently touched my
lips , tears welling up in her eyes: "Mommy is sorry... Mommy is sorry."

She bent down: "Come! Let Mommy kiss you again... I won't bite you again... I
'm sorry for just now, I will be gentle..."

She stuck out her tongue and touched me lightly, licking my wound: "You bled so much... It's all Mommy's
fault ."

She gently licked my lips and teeth, her tongue tip like a stream gently brushing across a bend in the river.

A passion hotter than flames was ignited, and I thrust my penis wildly,
pumping in and out with a "plop!" "plop!" sound.

"That's it, oh... you have to help too, right, oh... hurry up and cum."

We embraced tightly, our faces, smeared with grass, dirt, blood, saliva, and tears, pressed close together
, foreheads touching, gently kissing each other.

The sunlight moved across the rock wall and the shade of the trees, shining on us, brightening everything, golden
light bathing our bodies.

A tearing throbbing surged through my body, my glans felt as if it were about to melt into the wet, swollen vagina, boundless
pleasure erupted, many strange illusions appeared before my eyes, colorful lights and shadows surrounded me. Everything
became blurry.

I looked up at the sun shimmering with golden light above my mother's head, and the flowing white clouds, as if my violently convulsing
body did not belong to me. In the next instant, I returned to my trembling, groaning, fragile body.

"Mom!"

So familiar, so many names I'd never uttered before flowed from my lips.

Yes! She was my mother. How could I forget that sweet voice, that gentle embrace?

I was making love with my mother, and the thought excited me uncontrollably. Oh! My beautiful mother, my penis,
returning to her body, represented my love. Her vagina bloomed like a flower, drawing me in to inhale.
I offered my hard penis, now my mother's, and the pleasure intensified...

"Oh... Mom... I..."

"Are you going to ejaculate? Oh... so good! Son... come quickly."

"Ah..."

I, the thirteen-year-old son, ejaculated for the first time inside my thirty-six-year-old beautiful mother. Like a gushing spring,
it surged into the deepest part of the cave. Together, we uttered the most passionate and soaring notes, leaving echoes of our first, and
countless pleasures in the mountains and forests.

"That's good! Son, you finally came. You exhausted your mother."

Mother gently stroked my cheek, slowly raising her body. The sunlight dyed her hair golden, and her
rosy face, bright eyes, snow-white breasts, and perfectly strong naked body made her appear
like a fairy from heaven to me as I lay on my back.

"Looks like we need to clean up properly; we're as dirty as a pair of mutts." Mother brushed the grass off her body
and swatted away a beetle crawling among her pubic hair, sucking her semen and vaginal fluid.

"I will always love you, and I want you to be my woman forever." I remained lying on the grass, sincerely expressing
my innermost desires.

This was the vow made by Inka, a sacred oath, which would not be forgotten as long as the forest existed, and
no one could betray this sacred vow.

"Oh! That's not bad, ha! You naughty boy, you'll seduce many women in the future."

Mother absentmindedly straddled me, combing her disheveled hair.

At the other end of the bushes, a figure in floral clothing flashed by, and my sister quickly ran into the distance.

"Damn it!"

Mom's face darkened, her voice low and somber. "This is a huge problem! We need to figure out how to explain this."

"I love you, Dad, you know that?" She stood up, semen dripping from her vulva onto her thighs.

Her voice sounded like she was about to cry. "You can't do this again."

She ran quickly to where the clothes were hanging, turning back halfway and shouting at me, "And you can't do this to
my sister ."

Her face was already streaked with tears. "Not even thinking about it."

On the way home, Bluebird seemed to have regained her good mood. She led us in singing and allowed me to call her Bluebird
again .

She reached out and touched my injured lip, then opened my collar to examine the wounds on my chest and back, laughing and
saying, "Looks like you're badly injured, like you were scratched by a lynx. You need to think of a good reason."

My sister kept avoiding me, hiding on the other side of Mom's body.

Bluebird took my sister's hand and placed it in mine. "She's just a little angry. Let's sing
the harvest . We'll be out of the mountains soon."

So we happily returned to the plains.

Many things remain so vivid in my memory today. Each time I recall that day, I
gain a deeper understanding and appreciation of the Bluebird's feelings at the time .

Since that day, even on flat ground, in front of others, I still call her Bluebird .

---------------- ...

Yes! I was indeed very depressed during those years; I could go for days without speaking to anyone. I had to hide
my abilities, never letting anyone discover how different I was. The heavy experiences and memories were like
a huge burden, suffocating me.

I had to hide my love and desire for the Bluebird, saving it for the summer solstice each year, so that I could indulge in pleasure with her. In
ordinary days, I was just an ordinary-looking, quiet child.

My sister would get up and dress with her back to me. She would put away her thong and put on another pair of white panties,
the same style as the one I tore when I took her virginity.

That was the summer when I was fifteen, a whole month before the summer solstice. The inexplicable heat in my heart had
accumulated to the point of being uncontrollable.

I ran dozens of laps around the campus; I shouted loudly in the open fields; I locked myself in my room and punched
the wall until the back of my hand was raw and bleeding, but none of these could dispel the burning desire in my heart.

The bloodstains on Qingniao's chest from that first time we made love flashed through my mind again. I hungrily licked the blood from my lips and the back
of my hand, fantasizing about suckling Qingniao's breasts once more.

"Virgin's blood!"

I couldn't tell if it was Inka's voice or my own. For the past few months, Inka's and my own consciousness
seemed to have merged.

I frantically stripped off my clothes and ran naked out of the room.

My father wasn't home. I ran into Qingniao in the hallway. She grabbed my arm in alarm. I was
almost as tall as her now, and her high breasts pressed against my chest through her thin summer shirt.

I roughly pushed her away: "Get away! I need to find my sister."

Bluebird stared at me, and when she finally understood my intentions, she broke down, pleading in a tearful
voice , "No! Mommy can give it to you."

I dragged her crawling on the floor, but she still wouldn't let go: "Mommy will do it with you, do you remember
how happy you were then? Let Mommy do it... ... Why do you need to find your sister?"

I stopped, looked down at the pleading Bluebird on the floor, and said, word by word, "Because you're not a virgin."

Bluebird, startled, let go of her arms that were clinging to my legs and collapsed weakly to the floor, sobbing.

I ignored Bluebird, pushed open my sister's bedroom door, and went inside. There was no air conditioning in the house, and my sister was napping in a short-sleeved shirt
and white briefs.

My sister woke up, her short, ear-length hair disheveled with sweat, her cheeks flushed
red , her eyes half-closed, a row of tiny teeth peeking out from her small lips
. A strange cartoon duck and some English letters were printed on the front of her pink pullover. Her white panties, worn thin by washing
, were yellowed. A sweet, sweaty smell filled the room.

My penis, swollen from the struggle with the bluebird, stood before her bed and firmly told her
, "Suck it."

Last summer in the stream, the bluebird had sucked it for me; I knew the wonderful feeling. Later, I had also
tricked my sister into touching and kissing it, only twice, both times interrupted in a rush.

Startled awake, my sister was terrified. She timidly kissed it, then licked it again, before bursting
into tears.

I angrily pushed her back onto the bed: "You don't know how!"

I lifted her legs, intending to remove her white panties.

My younger sister cried out, "Mommy! Mommy! My brother is bullying me!" She kicked her legs violently,
hitting my head and chest hard.

"Rip!" Her panties tore in my hands. I parted her fair legs and, amidst her crying, shouting, kicking, and
hitting , buried my face between them.

Below her fair belly, between her smooth thighs, a bright red vulva, with a few
sparse , opened and closed in shock, and some golden urine gushed out, a few
drops splashing onto my nose.

My sister realized it herself, and for a moment she forgot to kick, hit, and cry, until I buried my face in her sweet vulva and started sucking on it. Then
she cried out again, "Brother! No, I'll pee again!"

She cried, "Mommy, save me! Mommy, save me!" But

my mother never came in for her.

I don't know why I love sucking and licking, but at that time my sister's tender vulva fascinated me the most. For many years afterward,
I would often ask my sister to spread her legs so I could hide under her skirt and suck on her vulva.

There was the unique pungent smell of a young girl's urine, the slightly fishy and sticky scent of her vaginal flesh, and the slippery vaginal fluid. I
licked it until another stream of golden urine gushed out, forcing me to swallow several mouthfuls.

My sister was so shocked that she forgot to call for help. Her face, still streaked with tears, flushed red. She stared at her wet
lower body and whispered to me, "Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

I stood up, shaking off the urine from my hair and face. My penis was still erect. I grasped it and tentatively placed it
at the entrance of her vagina.

As if realizing that she couldn't resist, or perhaps because my sister also shared the same lustful blood, she consciously
spread her legs: "Try it, but don't hurt me, or I'll cry again."

Her vaginal opening was a little wet. When I squeezed the head of my penis in halfway, my sister still frowned and tried to hold back her cries. The tip of
my penis had already touched the thin membrane that represented her virginity. I pushed in forcefully, and her vagina spasmed violently.

My sister cried out, "Mommy! It hurts so much... No!"

I stopped, satisfied to see my entire penis inside. As I tried to pull it out, I smiled!
A few streaks of bright red blood clung to the glans and the opening of her vagina, all so beautifully red.

Following my sister's expectant gaze, I looked back at the half-open door. Her intermittent sobs told us
she was outside. I desperately hoped Qingniao would see me.

My mother didn't come in for my sister.

A desire suppressed for almost a year flared up. The blood was my greatest stimulus, along with a strange hope that Qingniao would notice me
more . I grabbed my sister, who was trying to escape the bed, lifted her legs again, and
inserted my penis into her beautiful vagina.

"It hurts so much... Brother, no... You pull it out first!"

My sister's vagina was so tight, much tighter than Qingniao's, making my glans ache. I couldn't compare it to Qingniao
's , because I had grown ten centimeters taller during this time, and my penis was thicker and larger than last year. It was certain that my sister
also had a good vagina that produced vaginal lubrication. After I thrust in and out dozens of times, her vaginal fluids moistened her little hole, making
it .

My sister gradually calmed down, resignedly ceasing to resist, her eyes filled with tears, and she made intermittent, soft sobs.
Sobbing, she turned her head away, not daring to look at me, letting me ravage her childlike body.

The only sounds in the room were the strange "squeak! squeak! chatter! chatter!" of the bed as I pushed it around,
and the faint sound of Bluebird's sobs outside the door.

After a while, my sister suddenly whispered, "You can... touch me."

On her still-childlike face, a charming
expression of shyness, joy, and a hint of resentment appeared, like that of a mature woman.

She lifted her pink summer shirt, revealing her slightly raised mound of flesh, with two small, tender pink nipples
: "I've grown a little bit more this year... you can touch me... and you can kiss my lips like
you ."

Her eyes, glistening with tears, and her red, tear-streaked nose, framed her adorable, slightly pouting,
rosy lips, waiting for a kiss.

"Mommy said that as long as I make you ejaculate... you'll be quiet."

So Bluebird had said those things too, I thought angrily. I was initially reluctant to do this, but
my sister 's innocent expression and her virgin body, untouched by any man, held an irresistible
allure for me.

She eagerly extended her little tongue in response to my sucking, her
breath carrying a seductive scent reminiscent of a bluebird. With each thrust of my penis, I could feel a ripple of
trembling emanating from her body.

"Mmm... ... Don't be so rough," she gasped, pulling away from my mouth.

I leaned down and gently massaged her nipples, careful not to break them; they had indeed
grown a little more this summer. I took her small tongue into my mouth, slowly savoring its sweet, youthful fragrance.

My pent-up sexual desire gradually subsided, and I calmly moved my body, enjoying
the lovemaking .

"You like being fucked by me just like Mom does." I deliberately uttered obscene words loudly, feeling a release of
the pent-up frustration from days of abstinence. At the same time, I intentionally thrust my abdomen in and out, making "pop" sounds. Sure enough, the
sobbing stopped.

My sister's breathing quickened, and her small, white hands, which had been gripping the sheets, pressed tightly against my abdomen.

"Brother... ... um... ... be gentle." My sister pushed against my stomach, trying to lessen the force of each thrust
. Clearly, the depth of my large penis was still causing her tender, newly deflowered vagina immense pain.

Compared to Qingniao's body, my sister was a completely new experience for me. My sister's girlish feelings
were entirely different from Qingniao's mature charm.

"Brother, are you done yet... ... Don't do it anymore."

She always remembered Mom's teachings, barely supporting her aching body with her hands, hoping I would ejaculate soon.

Although my sister didn't know how to cooperate, her vaginal muscles were very tight, and each thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body,
making me constantly feel the urge to ejaculate.

"Please... don't be so rough," my sister pleaded pitifully. "Kiss me again,
brother... don't be so fierce."

In my fifteen-year-old eyes, she was completely submissive.

"Lift your legs up, yes, like that." I hoisted my sister's thin legs onto my shoulders, lifting her
buttocks so she could see my penis going in and out of her vagina.

"A few more thrusts... that'll be enough."

She passively allowed me to manipulate and control her, and what excited me most was the pained look on her furrowed brow.

"Look for yourself, lots of fluid." I cupped her face, causing her body to arch back, her gaze fixed in horror on
my large penis and the few streaks of blood in the white, cloudy fluid at the entrance of her vagina.

"No..." My sister struggled desperately, shaking her head, whether from pain or shame, as I thrust violently
.

I realized that a man's penis could bring a woman pleasure, and also pain; for the first time, I understood that
both emotions could excite me.

"You like being fucked by me too... ... Hmm? You like being fucked by me?" I unconsciously sped up my thrusting. It

was faster than usual, and I was nearing the peak of excitement.

I thrust hard amidst my sister's painful groans, while watching her agonizing
expression without blinking.

"Brother, it hurts so much... ... Hmm..." My sister's face flushed red, she kicked her legs, her voice tinged
with a hint of pleasure.

"Oh..."

Just before ejaculating, I quickly pulled out my penis and stroked it myself, then knelt down at my sister's vagina, searching for
"virgin blood." I carefully licked up the fine streaks of blood mixed with her vaginal fluid and dripping onto the sheets, swallowing
them.

My sister simply opened her body as if relieved, panting as she lay back on the bed, completely unaware that I was
sucking between her legs.

After that, I never told her.

Looking back now, I still feel a sense of disorientation. Was it a long-suppressed bloodlust,
or a manifestation of the consciousness of the card-printing process? I've never found the answer.

As I walked naked out of my sister's room, Bluebird was squatting in the hallway.

"You beast!" Bluebird cursed fiercely.

"Missing Mom?" My sister, now fully dressed, stood before me and asked, "We should leave."

"I'm missing your first time." I picked up my backpack and left the room.

"You bad brother." My sister playfully tapped my head, a long-lost blush appearing on her cheeks
, as if the girl who used to cling to me years ago had returned.

I stared blankly at her smiling face, feeling an urge to tell her everything, to take her away from this corrupt civilized world
.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's go." I ultimately didn't say anything.

Many years ago, I had made a promise to Bluebird about this, and I had always kept it.

"If you want to find Mom and me in the future, you have to go up the mountain, because we'll be living in 'Hoshida- no
' for a long time. If you can't find the way up the mountain, just shout my name—Deer Antlers!"

I said, trying to sound as joking as possible. "You'll like living with us."

"I don't want to find you, I only want to find Mom, and living up in the mountains—that's scary!" She stuck out
her tongue , then asked with a hint of worry, "You'll really live up in the mountains?"

"You'll see." I shrugged easily. I hadn't broken my promise to Bluebird; I had merely
created the situation, just as I had done to her.

After I violated my sister, Bluebird hadn't spoken to me for a long time. I optimistically assumed she was jealous of my relationship with
my sister . Of course, I knew perfectly well that wasn't the case. Bluebird loved both my sister and me, and any
harm to either of us would break her heart. She believed I had hurt my sister.

On the summer solstice, only Bluebird and I went up the mountain. Bluebird insisted on leaving my sister behind.

Bluebird still didn't speak to me along the way until we took off our clothes by the stream. I hugged her from behind
, and Bluebird sighed, "You naughty child, what am I going to do with you!"

I kissed her ears and neck, and Bluebird giggled.

"You're almost taller than Mommy now."

She led me to the shade of a tree, letting me touch her breasts, and stared at me with wide eyes, asking, "Is Mommy's body
better ? Or is Sister's body better?"

After thinking for a moment, I said, "They're just different."

Bluebird laughed and slapped my face, "You're such a naughty boy, Mommy doesn't know what to do with you."

We made love tenderly under the tree, as if nothing had happened, all unpleasantness left behind.
I ejaculated twice inside Bluebird.

That day, Bluebird formally called me by my tribal name for the first time: "Deer Antlers, you must keep your promise to Bluebird, like a Buda
man ."

"You can't do it to Sister again, or force her to do things she doesn't want to do."

"But Sister likes it." I didn't tell her that we had done it again last week, and Sister had
started to feel pleasure.

"I'll go and talk to that bad girl." Bluebird pondered with distress, "Then promise me, don't
force her to do things she doesn't want to do."

She solemnly said the last sentence: "Don't force her to be a Buda woman."

Perhaps Bluebird knew more than I thought?

I answered her with the same solemnity: "Deer Antlers promised Bluebird; it's a promise made by a Buda man."

Bluebird muttered, "Luckily, she's not pregnant." She said sternly, "Absolutely not."

I asked curiously, "You can't get pregnant, so will you have my child?"

Bluebird laughed, "Silly boy! Mom took her medicine; if she hadn't—" She played with my penis
thoughtfully and said, "You'd have gotten her pregnant long ago."

After seeing my sister off, I spent some time at the market buying food and daily necessities. I also bought a
large canvas bag and packed everything on my back. The car could only go as far as the foot of the mountain, and carrying the large canvas bag would take me
even longer, but I wasn't worried.

In the past, we would set off in the early morning, arrive in about three and a half hours, and stay until 3 pm
to descend the mountain. This time, I wouldn't go down the mountain; my vow was about to be fulfilled.

Having missed the early bus, I patiently waited for the bus that only runs three times a day. The people waiting with me
and those on the bus were all strangers to me—a fragile group corrupted by civilization, shallow, arrogant, and
ignorant. I habitually dealt with these people with indifference.

No one dared to meet my piercing, lightning-like gaze.

After getting off the bumpy, old bus, I walked up the mountain path without looking back, feeling no
attachment to the civilized society behind me.

"Xingdaye," I've returned.

After years of arduous practice, I have almost completely recovered the energy of Yinka, and gained much modern practical
knowledge —acquired through painstaking learning. I will once again recreate the Buda tribe as a blessed land, ensuring the continuation of their descendants
forever.

I have been preparing for this day for sixteen years.

Sixteen years! Since the year I first encountered the remnants of Yinka's memory at the age of seven.

My primary school years were spent in chaos. Even though both my parents were school teachers, they still couldn't ensure I
completed my studies safely and smoothly. From the age of seven, I possessed partial memories of imprinting, which led me to frequently ridicule teachers, belittle
classmates , or misuse spiritual powers I couldn't fully control. My class was always rife with incidents.

By the time I learned to hide myself, I had lost all my friends and become withdrawn and isolated.

After thirteen, I attended a secondary school not far from home. Without my parents' care, I felt more
comfortable .

My past and present spiritual intelligence matured, and the vast realm of knowledge captivated me. I devoured
every book I could get my hands on: sociology, religious beliefs, metaphysics, reincarnation, mysticism. I
was curious about all knowledge, especially eager to explore the source and ultimate nature of the mysterious power within me.

An unexpected opportunity opened my eyes to the world of men and women. I was interested in women's bodies, but
not particularly enthusiastic, only seeking release when my body and emotions required it.

The pressure of studying was an unbearable burden; I teetered on the brink of a mental breakdown multiple times, forcing me to take
a year and not participate in the university entrance exams.

When I returned home after completing my military service, I had become a completely new man. I was dark-skinned and strong, exuding
the aura of a mature and confident man.

My father, who greeted me, looked old, while Qingniao was even more beautiful and captivating. My sister had married and moved to Taipei; the news of her passionate
and wild marriage had broken the hearts of many men in town.

That summer solstice, when Qingniao and I made love on the mountain, she screamed wildly and clung to me with her body.

One of the greatest pleasures of being a mature man is being able to completely dominate the sexual process and lead
a woman to the peak of pleasure.

Now, Qingniao's height only reached my shoulder, and I would embrace her, letting her pour out her love and desire.

Holding my beloved woman, I felt a sense of control over the world.

My mind merged with the heavens, earth, mountains, and forests; the incarnation silently retreated, returning to eternal slumber in quietude, and
I was reborn.

In this mountain forest, I alone am the supreme ruler.

Rain, dew, frost, snow, flourishing and fading—all reside within my fleeting thoughts of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

I barely suppressed my inner turmoil and told the Bluebird everything. I needed someone to share my joy; the Bluebird and
I would rule this forest together. We would be as free as the breeze, as strong as the mountains, for we are the
purest Buda people.

We would live peacefully in this paradise, raising our children together, so that the descendants of the Buda people could once again roam these
forests.

The Bluebird was shocked, bewildered, and finally shed tears. She couldn't understand anything I said.

"I cannot leave your father; I love him more than anything else," the Bluebird said heavily.

This reply caused me to let out a heart-wrenching roar, my furious howl echoing across the mountains.

Birds and beasts cried out and fled in response to my anguish; the trees raged, letting the howling wind carry my grief
far and wide. No one in the world could stop me from fulfilling my vow.

I swore the most venomous curse, and when the curse, cast with blood, fell to the earth, the ground trembled and
the streams murmured and rushed, knowing the vow was about to be fulfilled.

Three weeks later, I saw with satisfaction the Bluebird's beloved, exhaling her last, putrid
breath from her swollen body on her sickbed.

I put down my bag and sat on a rock to rest; I had already traveled halfway.

I could imagine the joy on the Bluebird's face when she saw me. She had no choice; she wanted to be my woman. She
also had no choice but to accept me as her man.

I had waited a long time for her to change her mind—eleven months and three days! For over
eight months during this time, I endured my longing for her, wandering far from home.

For the woman I loved, I was willing to wait in solitude for her to return to my embrace. The spirits of Xingdaye
would bear witness to everything.

I arranged the funeral and, fulfilling my duty as a dutiful son, greeted relatives and friends.

Qingniao didn't show much grief; most of the time, she just sat there blankly, only
occasionally speaking to her sister who had come home for a short stay. She ignored everyone else.

I didn't immediately share a room with Qingniao, even though I knew I had become her only man.

According to the Buda people's custom of respecting the dead, a wife must wait thirty days after the burial before accepting
another man's choice. A woman can only be chosen. I waited patiently.

During these thirty-odd days, I served Qingniao's every need, from food to daily life. She became noticeably thinner,
only taking the food I cooked each day and eating just enough to sustain her life before putting down her chopsticks.

She adopted some of the customs of the plains people; she set up a memorial tablet in the living room and offered incense to her father's memorial tablet every day.

"He's Han Chinese," Qingniao explained.

Sometimes she would give me a bitter smile, and later she would say a few simple words to me.

On the thirty-first day, after Qingniao finished offering her last incense stick before her father's memorial tablet, I picked her up and carried her into her
room to perform the duties of a Buda man.

"Deer Antlers want Qingniao," I said firmly, just as I had said when she first satisfied me.

Qingniao obediently let me undress her, silently accepting my entry.

The grief of many days had dulled the former sparkle in her eyes; she remained unresponsive as I moved, her expression unreadable—
whether it was sorrow, grief, or helplessness and despair.

Time would heal her, I comforted myself. At the same time, I quickened the movements of my penis, hoping to
elicit an emotional response from her.

Only when I ejaculated deep into her uterus did she seem to awaken from a dream, her face showing surprise
and anger.

I left my penis inside her semen-filled vagina, gently stroking her glossy hair, and said to her, "
Now, Bluebird is the woman of Deer Antlers, and we must return to 'Starry Night' to live..."

Bluebird interrupted me, spitting out each word through gritted teeth: "Shut up! You beast!"

She arched her back, looking at our still-connected genitals, and said angrily, "Get out of my
house!"

Before leaving the house, I turned back to Bluebird and said, "If one day you change your mind, then come back to 'Starry Night
' and wait for me. On the summer solstice next year, I will come up the mountain again."

Now, there are still some days until the summer solstice, and I have already happily set off on the mountain path.

"He's back!" "He's back!"

Birds chirped, and the trees swayed, conveying the message of my return.

From afar, I could see the windmill slowly turning. It was the result of nearly a month of painstaking effort
—collecting wood, climbing the tall wooden frame to repair the shaft and blades, and even buying plastic pipes from the plains to replace
the rotten cypress planks in the irrigation ditches. Now, it must be Bluebird starting the windmill's locking mechanism, making the blades turn.

I wondered if the vegetable seeds would also grow.

It was nearing dusk, so I quickened my pace, skirting the colorful cliffs, passing through fragrant flowerbeds and
orchards, and amidst the verdant shadows of the fruit trees, I saw my hometown house.

That would become my and Bluebird's love nest; my long-held wish was about to come true.

I ran quickly across the pontoon bridge and called out towards the beautiful village of "Starry Night."

"Bluebird!" "Bluebird!"

My excited, joyful, and loving voice echoed through the charming village of low stone houses.

Then, in the large stone house in the center, I saw Bluebird, whom I hadn't seen for nine months.

She was deathly pale, her hair disheveled and greasy. She lay with her eyes closed against the muddy ground,
blood still trickling from her naked abdomen. In her arms, she cradled a bloodied infant, the tiny body sleeping soundly between her large breasts.

I collapsed to the ground, pulling her into my embrace.

"Mother!"

It was a cry of bloody sorrow and regret. She wasn't just Bluebird; she was the mother who gave me life, raised me, and loved me. I
would give anything to bring her back. I hated myself! Damn Inka! Damn forest! I curse everything!

Her wide-open vulva was stained with blood, still connected by a filthy umbilical cord—the
place .

Bluebird weakly opened her eyes, a faint smile appearing on her pale face.

"Is it antlers? I can't see clearly."

"It's me, Mother, I'm here!"

"I am Bluebird. Here you should call me Bluebird, remember?"

"Mother!" I was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Mother slowly moved her body: "This is your daughter, she came half a month early."

I numbly took the baby into my arms. The warm little body was still asleep, oblivious. Holding this newborn
life, a glimmer of hope suddenly welled up in my heart.

"Mother, I can save you, don't die!" I tried to channel the power within me into her body.

"Damn it! Don't give me that nonsense, quickly take me to bed. I'm just premature, I'm
not going to die."

"Cut the umbilical cord—I have no strength left. Take her to the ancestral spirit's stream to cleanse her body, so she
can become a good woman of the Buda tribe."

Looking at the baby, Mother's eyes regained their brightness.

"There's an oil lamp on the table, go light it, I want to see the child."

After finishing all this and drinking a few sips of water, she laboriously turned her head and looked towards the dark corner of the room,
where a wooden spinning wheel stood, hanging from which hung a brightly colored garment woven from coarse hemp thread.

"I wove you a Buda dress."

The dress was embroidered with the shapes of mountains, the colors of the sky, patterns of clouds, and all sorts of flowers,
shimmering sequins... ...

It was for the joyous day when Bluebird gave birth to a newborn for Antler... ...

... ... All the Buda people would wear their most beautiful clothes to celebrate the newborn.
They would sing, dance, drink lots of wine, and there would be plenty of food on the table. They would revel all day,
even all night... ... ... ...

Following the tribe's custom of welcoming a newborn, I solemnly dressed in my dress and walked back to Bluebird. A flush of excitement rose on Bluebird's
pale cheeks, and a glint of joy flashed in her eyes.

"Oh! Antler, you're such a naughty child."

After saying her last words, Bluebird leaned against the bed and fell asleep wearily.

I carried the baby to the stream and carefully washed the bloodstains from her body.

"You are the daughter of the deer and the bluebird, you have been blessed and will become a good woman of the Buda tribe."

The windmill by the stream turned slowly, the bright moonlight swirling and shifting behind its blades. My daughter woke up, stretching out her
little hands and crying. I clumsily took her into my arms and rocked her, naturally singing the lullaby the bluebird loved to use to
lull her to sleep .

...

Spinning wheel, spinning wheel, red and green threads spin into beautiful clothes.

Why aren't they beautiful? Because you haven't woven in moonlight

. Beautiful clothes, beautiful clothes.

Where can I cut the moonlight? Bright moonlight, bright moonlight,

let the windmill spin it for you. Spin it, bright moonlight,

weave it into beautiful clothes

... "

My people will return again, the mountain paths will be sealed by lightning, the thickets and brambles will hide their
tracks, and outsiders will be unable to enter my territory.
Birds and beasts will multiply; flowers and trees will grow; forests will flourish; streams will be sweet; my people will be
blessed , and everything will begin after my rebirth, with a woman chosen by destiny... ... ... " ( The

End)

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